She produces a container of Hershey kisses, and she tells me why she brought them.
"They remind me of your eyes."
"Yeah?" I say, unwrapping one and plopping it in my mouth. As I unwrap another and feed it to her, she nods.
"Yeah. Just like your eyes, is that corny of me?" she asks.
I shake my head. "No, I think it's kind of sweet."
"So did you get enough to eat?" she asks as she packs up the food in the bag.
I nod. "I ate plenty, but I'm still hungry."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
I run a hand over my jaw. She leans back on the blanket, and I lie down next to her.
"You know, earlier on the trail we were talking about how I didn't have any girl waiting for me, and you didn't have any boy waiting for you?"
She nods. "Yeah, I remember."
"Well, just to be straight, I want you to know I'm a virgin," I tell her.
Liv looks at me curiously. "Really?"
I nod. "Yeah, I am. I just thought you should know; I want to be honest with you. I'm sorely tempted by you, Liv, in all kinds of ways, but I just wanted to make a few things clear."
"Oh yeah?" she says, laughing. "What kind of things?"
"Well, I just wanted you to know my intentions."
"And what are those, Mr. Ledger?"
"Well, considering I'm a virgin, I wanted you to know that I wasn't planning on losing my virginity today, next to a lake with two horses watching," I tell her with a smile, "but I sure as hell am kissing you again."
"And what if that kissing turns to more?"
"You want that?" I ask her.
She nods. "Thing is," she tells me, "I'm a virgin too, and I suppose I'd like to keep it that way for today, but…"
I laugh. "There's always a but with you, isn't there?"
She covers her face with her hands. I roll over on top of her. I kiss those cute cheeks of hers, her forehead too.
"Yes, there's always a but.”
I press my lips to hers, and I kiss this girl again, and again, and again. She sits up on that blanket, and she lifts off her shirt. Fuck, she is gorgeous.
"I’ll tell you my but,” she says. “We won’t have sex, but I suppose there's plenty of other things we could do."
6
Liv
The simple act of taking off my shirt means a lot. Ledger seems to understand the weight of the gesture, and instead of acting like it's not a big deal, he kneels before me, taking in the moment for what it is, a precious offering I've never given anyone ever before.
"Damn, Liv, you're gorgeous."
I drop my eyes, overwhelmed with emotion, at being here, at the intense feelings I have for him so fast, so soon.
I reach out, run my fingertips over the buttons on his work shirt. He smiles, and then with his hands in fists, he pulls them apart. One by one, they snap open. The movement is so masculine, filled with strength. And it sends a jolt of pleasure through my body that I wasn't expecting, but I suddenly crave, need.
I'm warm, burning, aching in places that only Ledger can satisfy.
I lick my lips and look around. "No one's coming out here, are they?" I ask.
Thankfully, we set our picnic up in a private spot, alone under the shade of a willow tree, past the horses where they're grazing. It’s a very quiet and very peaceful place. There is the lake ahead of us where some geese fly low, the gentle breeze the last hint of summer as fall rolls into Whiskey Run. We are utterly alone. We can do anything we want, and we both seem to realize that.
Ledger’s chest is solid, rippled with muscles. He has a ladder of abs that I cannot seem to take my eyes away from, and I run my fingers over them. And he does the same thing over my chest, which sends electricity between us.
Swallowing, I reach behind myself and unclasp my bra. I know he wouldn't do it for me. He's a cowboy after all, a true gentleman. And he may work on a ranch, but he knows how to take care of a lady. I know he'll take care of me.
I can feel that as he runs his big strong hand over my back. I feel small against him, which is something special considering I know I have plenty of curves, which sets me apart as a rider in and of itself. But I think he likes my curves, the way my hips flare out, the way my breasts bounce. And now as I let my bra rest on the picnic blanket, I wonder what he sees when he takes me in for what I am.
He looks me over. I know my breasts are big and full and he groans at the sight of them. He begins to massage them together. "May I?" he asks, and I nod, lying back on the blanket as he begins to run his mouth around my nipples, as he begins to suck and explore my body.